Saturday, March 28, 2020
And another day. 400 people died in the last 24 hours. It just seems unreal. I remember what it was like immediately after 9/11. It feels similar.
I had a socially distant picnic with Matt, Doc, and Hoffman.
I had a socially distant picnic with Matt, Doc, and Hoffman.
Me and Matt.
Doc, Hoffman, and Matt.
Doc and I went over to see the pool at the park and a homeless lady came over and rifled through my stuff before Hoffman and Matt could stop her. I had to tear off a piece of garbage bag and through everything away, including one of my vintage Mallo Ware bowls. You have to be careful.
Afterward I went to Michaels and bought a bunch of craft supplies. Things to do and learn in the coming weeks and months. Watercolors, a pair of knitting needles and a ball of yarn, embroidery thread and a hoop and fabric. Things to keep me busy besides the hours spent transcribing newspaper articles.
I told Matt the next time a pandemic occurs we will be isolated together, just us, Ruby, Snowball, and Buddy Cat. But I would prefer that we didn't have another pandemic.
